wicked. “Bethany is going to be pissed.”
I didn’t want to smile, I wasn’t in a laughing mood, but I couldn’t help myself. Eric was able to cheer me up and make me laugh about the whole situation.
It wasn’t news to anyone at school anymore, and so what if all of L.A. saw the story? A drive-by in Echo Park was way more exciting than me, so I was probably already forgotten. At least that’s what Eric said before dropping me off at home that night, and I admit, I went to bed believing that he was right. My fifteen minutes were up, and really, it hadn’t been that bad.
Except my fifteen minutes were only just beginning.
It started with the emails. My inbox had been flooded overnight with notes from everyone and anyone I knew who had my email address, telling me that they saw the news or loved the song and that I was so cool or so lucky.
The email thing didn’t surprise me, but then later that day Robin tracked me down at work with news that pretty much floored me.
I was sitting behind the counter at work with Margret, drafting sketches for a V is for Virgin jewelry line—not that I had any plans to go into business. It was just another fabulously slow day in the jewelry store.
“That one’s awfully pretty,” Margret gushed. “It’s so simple and yet so elegant. You sure do have a knack for this stuff.”
“It would be fun to have my own line of jewelry one day.”
“I have no doubt you will some day. You’ll run off to New York to be some big-shot designer and forget all about ol’ Margret.”
“Never!” I gasped. “I’ll just sell exclusively through your store and make you famous with me. We’ll put Tiffany’s out of business.”
“Honey, you’ve got yourself a deal.”
I was showing Margret more of my sketches and trying to explain the whole V is for Virgin thing—Margret, like most senior citizens, eats dinner at 4:30 and goes to bed around seven, so she missed my television debut—when Robin came in toting a laptop.
“Hey!” I said, excited by the company. “How’d you know I work here?”
“I talked to your mom.” Robin glanced at Margret as she set the computer on the counter. “Is it okay that I came here?”
“Cara does it all the time.” I smiled and then said, “She usually brings me a smoothie though.”
“Hm.” Robin seemed to think unnecessarily hard about the smoothie thing. “Well, maybe we could go get one after you get off work. I hope you don’t have any plans today because we have a lot to do.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Do you have wireless in here?” Robin asked booting up her laptop.
“Uh, I think the whole mall does.”
“Sweet, we’re online.” Robin could barely contain her excitement as she pushed the laptop at me. “Check this out!”
I had no idea what I was looking at. “Um, cool?”
Robin pointed to the graph in front of me and said “Eighty thousand hits since we went online yesterday! That’s got to be some kind of record!”
“Are you talking about our website?” I asked. “VIsForVirgin.com?”
Robin nodded. “Yeah, between the news last night, and the Tralse fans, V is for Virgin has been bumped up to the major leagues overnight!”
“Tralse fans?” I asked. I was annoyed at the mere mention of the band name.
“Yeah, Tralse posted videos of last night’s performance on their website. The fans are going crazy over the new song. Of course they’re all talking about the girl it was written for.”
“Okay, that song was not written for me, it was written about me.”
“Either way, you are big news in Kyle Hamilton fangirl land.”
“Oh, great.” I groaned. “I can only imagine what kinds of things the girls obsessed with Kyle are saying about Virgin Val.”
Robin grimaced. “Uh, yeah, that’s another thing we’re going to have to do today.”
“What?”
“We’re going to have to change the format of the site because the section we created for people to talk about their experiences
I didn’t want to smile, I wasn’t in a laughing mood, but I couldn’t help myself. Eric was able to cheer me up and make me laugh about the whole situation.
It wasn’t news to anyone at school anymore, and so what if all of L.A. saw the story? A drive-by in Echo Park was way more exciting than me, so I was probably already forgotten. At least that’s what Eric said before dropping me off at home that night, and I admit, I went to bed believing that he was right. My fifteen minutes were up, and really, it hadn’t been that bad.
Except my fifteen minutes were only just beginning.
It started with the emails. My inbox had been flooded overnight with notes from everyone and anyone I knew who had my email address, telling me that they saw the news or loved the song and that I was so cool or so lucky.
The email thing didn’t surprise me, but then later that day Robin tracked me down at work with news that pretty much floored me.
I was sitting behind the counter at work with Margret, drafting sketches for a V is for Virgin jewelry line—not that I had any plans to go into business. It was just another fabulously slow day in the jewelry store.
“That one’s awfully pretty,” Margret gushed. “It’s so simple and yet so elegant. You sure do have a knack for this stuff.”
“It would be fun to have my own line of jewelry one day.”
“I have no doubt you will some day. You’ll run off to New York to be some big-shot designer and forget all about ol’ Margret.”
“Never!” I gasped. “I’ll just sell exclusively through your store and make you famous with me. We’ll put Tiffany’s out of business.”
“Honey, you’ve got yourself a deal.”
I was showing Margret more of my sketches and trying to explain the whole V is for Virgin thing—Margret, like most senior citizens, eats dinner at 4:30 and goes to bed around seven, so she missed my television debut—when Robin came in toting a laptop.
“Hey!” I said, excited by the company. “How’d you know I work here?”
“I talked to your mom.” Robin glanced at Margret as she set the computer on the counter. “Is it okay that I came here?”
“Cara does it all the time.” I smiled and then said, “She usually brings me a smoothie though.”
“Hm.” Robin seemed to think unnecessarily hard about the smoothie thing. “Well, maybe we could go get one after you get off work. I hope you don’t have any plans today because we have a lot to do.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Do you have wireless in here?” Robin asked booting up her laptop.
“Uh, I think the whole mall does.”
“Sweet, we’re online.” Robin could barely contain her excitement as she pushed the laptop at me. “Check this out!”
I had no idea what I was looking at. “Um, cool?”
Robin pointed to the graph in front of me and said “Eighty thousand hits since we went online yesterday! That’s got to be some kind of record!”
“Are you talking about our website?” I asked. “VIsForVirgin.com?”
Robin nodded. “Yeah, between the news last night, and the Tralse fans, V is for Virgin has been bumped up to the major leagues overnight!”
“Tralse fans?” I asked. I was annoyed at the mere mention of the band name.
“Yeah, Tralse posted videos of last night’s performance on their website. The fans are going crazy over the new song. Of course they’re all talking about the girl it was written for.”
“Okay, that song was not written for me, it was written about me.”
“Either way, you are big news in Kyle Hamilton fangirl land.”
“Oh, great.” I groaned. “I can only imagine what kinds of things the girls obsessed with Kyle are saying about Virgin Val.”
Robin grimaced. “Uh, yeah, that’s another thing we’re going to have to do today.”
“What?”
“We’re going to have to change the format of the site because the section we created for people to talk about their experiences
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